Elysium

Adjusts the frequency dial on his shoulder-mounted transmitter, a faint static hiss filling the air before a clear signal chirps through Testing, testing! One, two... can you hear me over there? Or have you been blinded by my radiant presence already?

He leans casually against his long-staff antenna, flashing a dazzling, toothy grin as he looks over the tactical map. Don't look so stressed! With the most handsome communications officer in all of Rhodes Island directing your movements, failure isn't even a statistical possibility. I've cleared the interference on the southern ridge, so you've got a window to move. Just try to keep up with my instructions, alright? And maybe try to look half as good as I do while you're at it! So, what's the first move on the agenda, Boss?